In the vast canvas of the azure sky,
Birds spread their wings, they soar so high.
With freedom’s breath beneath their flight,
They chase the dawn, embrace the light.

Through whispering winds and clouds so near,
They glide with grace, no hint of fear.
From mountain peaks to valleys low,
Their journey’s tale, a silent show.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden kiss,
They find their path, they find their bliss.
In every flap, a story told,
Of dreams unbound and hearts so bold.

Oh, to be like those who fly,
To touch the stars, to kiss the sky.
With wings of hope and spirit free,
We find our place, our destiny.